Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 360: Jealous

Sofia’s POV

His lips devoured mine, rough and demanding, until I thought I might drown in him. I hated how much my body betrayed me, answering him when my mind screamed to stop. His hand slid to the back of my neck, holding me in place, deepening the kiss until my knees buckled.

But suddenly, he pulled away. The heat vanished as quickly as it had come, leaving me gasping, my eyes wide. My lips tingled, my chest heaved, and for a second I couldn’t breathe. Damien stared at me, his face hard, but I caught the flicker of regret in his eyes. His hand fell from my neck, and he stepped back as if the nearness had burned him.

"I shouldn’t have done that," he muttered, his voice rough, strained. "I’m sorry, Sofia."

The words hurt. He turned from me before I could answer, walked back to his desk, and lowered himself into the chair. The sound of his pen scratching paper filled the room again, like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just torn me apart and left me standing there in pieces.

My chest ached so badly it felt hard to stand. But I forced my face still, acting like I didn’t care because I refused to let him see how much he still had power over me. Ignoring him, I moved over and sat on the couch beside a sleeping Charlie. The room was awkwardly silent until the sound of the door opening broke through it. I turned sharply, my chest tightening the moment I saw her.

A woman stepped in—tall, elegant, with alluring eyes that sparkled with intelligence. Her hair was neatly pulled back, and she carried herself with a confidence that made my stomach twist. The faint sweet scent that drifted in with her was the same one I’d noticed earlier clinging to Damien’s desk.

My heart sank. So it hadn’t been my imagination.

She carried a folder in her hand, her heels clicking lightly against the floor as she walked in like she owned here. "Alpha Damien," she greeted, her voice smooth, professional—but there was a warmth in it too, too casual for someone who should have kept their distance.

I froze, my eyes narrowing. Secretary. She had to be. But why her? Why a woman? He could have picked anyone—a man, someone less... striking. Instead, it was her.

I felt my jaw tighten as I watched Damien look up. To my shock, his expression softened—just slightly, but enough to make my blood boil. "You’re here," he said, his tone low, almost... friendly.

sharp it made me nauseous. He never spoke like that to anyone. Only to me. And now here was this woman, standing in his office with her polished smile, speaking to him as though

met for the briefest second in a way that made my fingers curl into fists. My nails dug into my palms as I sat stiffly beside Charlie, forcing myself to stay quiet, forcing myself not

curved into a polite smile.

mother. That was all I was to her. Not Sofia. Not Damien’s woman.

smile,

flicking briefly to Charlie sleeping beside me.

looks like me too," I said quickly, a little ruder than I

but only smiled again, unbothered by my attitude. "Of

finally cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Thank you. That’ll be

him, and for a second, the look they shared made my stomach churn. It was professional... but warmer than I

out, she looked back at me again

once. "Likewise." The word

trace of her perfume and a silence

sat frozen, my fists clenched in my lap, every part of me burning. She was just his secretary... but for the first

smile, the way Damien’s voice had softened when he spoke to her. My stomach twisted, the fire of jealousy clawing up my chest until I could hardly

that I cared. Hated that I

and my chest tightened. It was her. Again. Her heels clicked softly as she carried in a tray. Two glasses of juice, chilled,

politely, her smile warm, directed